No Time To Worry, No Time To Blink Poem by Mark Heathcote

Life on a precipice sure is sweet.
No time to worry, no time to blink.
Grip onto something till your hands are no longer pink.
Else you might not make it across the street.

Life isn't a pillow fight fought to defeat.
It is sitting on the edge, a moment from survival or death.
And marching forward, cherishing each breath.
Lying next to someone close with a shared latent heat.

Living a little wild, forgetting any or all conceit
Discarding these many lies and being ever-present
It sure beats worrying about what to circumvent.
Especially when it's truly captivating or bittersweet.

Tomorrow and yesterday do not even exist.
If that's where you're at and hope to reside
You will never really live or thrive.
You will only somehow, devoid of happiness, subsist.